His body shifted to sit up, his dull blue eye staring silently at the wall of his room. He had long since gotten his own apartment on the west side of the bazaar. Syekren Uchiha. Disgraced former ANBU, special jounin, and Uchiha missing one of his eyes. His left one to be precise. The male quietly stood up from his bed, wearing his black shinobi tights bottoms from his days as an ANBU and looked around quietly for his shirt. His body had a multitude of scars on it, showing his battle-worn body had seen better days but other than that, he was quite the attractive man. On his right shoulder was the ANBU symbol tattoo he had received upon joining the core and on his right bicep he had a scorched in scar of the Sunagakure no Sato's symbol. The hourglass with the lid moved off of the top of it. A silent sigh escaped the man's lips as he pulled on his sleeveless tight black shinobi shirt with the neck piece covering his throat. Before pulling the neck piece up he pulled down a mask that only covered his mouth and his nose, and the areas around his face up to the height of his nose into position. With the bottom part of his mask upon his throat and the neck piece of his shirt over that part he was almost done getting ready. He looked in the mirror and glared at his missing left eye for a moment, shaking his head.
Disgruntled MemoryVines of greed and anger reached out toward his face. His mask ripping away to invite them in. They moved so quickly but stayed suspended in space. How could it be that he could see them moving so quickly but could not react? He could only stand there and watch as his eye was plucked slowly from the orifice, pulling away from him. The two-tomoe reminder glaring at him, while the voice of the girl who'd done it rang in his head.
"I shall take this for now" Okay, so he couldn't remember exactly what she had said. But the whole event had left him so traumatized he could barely remember that he was missing the other eye at some points. His vision blurred from time to time as he stared at the other eye drawing away from him, her vines reaching out to take another man's eyes just as she had done to his. The ANBU mask he wore just seconds ago had broken and fallen to the ground, shards of the porcelain spreading on the dirt.
He was in the hospital, sitting up from night terrors, screaming. He had to be sedated. His prowess had been over-estimated by himself and now he was paying the price. The pain was horrible, and almost unbearable. It would have killed any lesser shinobi. He lay down day in and day out, only to wake up hours later screaming from the pain he felt in his left eye socket. Eventually they had healed him to the point he was able to sleep again and they patched him up as best they could, giving him and eye patch to wear so others would not feel uncomfortable or scared around him. Being able to handle the pain would be a plus as well.
End of MemoryHe snapped back to reality, looking at himself in the mirror. The slightly opened left eye, blood and flesh being the only things one would be able to see behind the eyelids. He sighed quietly, moving his right hand to grab onto his Sunagakure no Sato headband, rubbing along the newly finished metal work that had fixed it to almost new condition. There was still evidence of it being cut but only slightly. One would need to gaze upon it for an ample amount of time to discern the difference. Syekren silently tied the hitai-ate around his forehead, moving the left side down to cover his eye, the fabric of it touching the fabric of his mask.
His dark blue hair was slightly spikey today and he was too tired to really mess with it. Syekren's right eye looked over to the corner where he kept his non-essential weaponry. His old Gunbai, the sword he'd taken from killing the drifter, his Uchiha cloak, and a few other miscellaneous items. Quietly, he grabbed onto the cloak, a nice black with red trim along the buttons and red velvet material on the inside. The middle of the inside bearing the Uchiha's clan symbol, the fan and the flames, with the flames being black instead of their normal red. He quietly slipped into the cloak, buttoning it up to his throat, pulling the hood over his face, obscuring his features in shadow.
Syekren picked up his three dossiers from his bedside table, showing pictures of his squad and the information he needed to know about them, and some he didn't, given that he still had some connections from being an ANBU, so that he knew quite a bit about the three. Quietly, he walked out of the door of his apartment in time to see something fly by, his trained eyes barely catching it as a blur. He'd forgotten that without his sharingan activated he wasn't able to see things as well. He shrugged and hopped down, leaping three flights of stairs to land upon the ground, staring in the direction the blur had traveled. It seemed his squad was meeting up without him and he would have to tell them about running through populated areas, especially at that speed. Someone could get hurt.
His reflexes were about special jounin rank, but his speed was that of a Sannin. He grinned as he took off after the blur, catching the man soon enough, but standing back as they reached the sand dune. This was something to watch. He watched all the introductions, catching a name or two, and thumbing through his dossiers. He quietly stepped forward, looking from face to face with his right eye, pausing for a moment to look up at the rather gigantic one.
"A Jiendo. Interesting." With that he kept walking from the three, and sat upon the dune a few meters away, looking over his files before he would speak out loud to them once more.
"Kato, Ray. Kagem, Saki. And last but not least..The Jiendo. Koran, Zaiaku. Well it's nice to see that the three of you have already met and gotten acquainted. I'm to assume you do not know me as my name has more than likely been erased from the records. Am I also to assume you three poor excuses for shinobi are the members of my squad?" Sure, that might have come off a bit harsh. But you can't go through a world like this being nice anymore. Things had to change and things had to be rough. Otherwise one might not learn too well, or too quickly. The Uchiha stood and unbuttoned his cloak, then removed it with a flair, throwing it down on the sand. His symbol on the inside of the cloak shown in the sunlight, and his dark blue eye went from one member to the next.
The male slowly stood up once more, thumbing through his dossiers again. He learned what he could from them, before setting them onto his cloak and folding it up. He knew all the essentials that he needed about his squad, including what they specialized in. So how well would they be able to work together?
"Well without further ado, I'd like to present myself as an enemy. I'm here to kill all three of you and you'll need to take me on together to have a single hope of surviving. Sound good? Let's go."Syekren turned into his Karate fighting stance with his right shoulder forward. The ANBU tattoo showed to the three of them as he readied himself. He was a young man, and shorter than the giant Jiendo. But he was the senior-ranking shinobi at this moment. He would wait a while before introducing himself as their sensei, his eye moved from one to the other, watching their movements. After a few moments his two tomoe sharingan activated, spinning around, watching the three closely.
OOC: Sorry if this messed up rotation. Need to do my training and see how good my squad is.
Posting order; Saki, Sye, Ray, Zaiaku
- 240/250:
Two Tomoe
- Stats:
Speed: Sannin
Reflexes: Sannin
Strength: Spec. Jounin
Defense: Spec. Jounin
- Training:
1406/2000 (Hercules Flame Bomb)